A Joyful Bounty

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
I was so very happy when writing this, I do believe most things I write about nature tend to be on a more upbeat note.

Submitted: March 06, 2008

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For the chilling winds of fall,
have once more began their slow conquer.
Nothing fights it.
The trees turn brilliant with color,
some flowers begin to bloom and flourish,
and fruits of labor beggeth to be harvested.
The swirling colors engulf and march as the winds' ally.
It's a living breathing artwork that dances,
that touches,
that breathes along side us,
and embraces us in it's gentle arms.
It grows colder still and we grow closer,
where once we shoved someone away...
We now cling to them for warmth.
We deguise ourselves and march the yearly parade for sweets
and soon this fades into giving,
into kindness,
togetherness.
We share a joyful bounty as the snow begins to fall,
we've worked so hard and now we reap what we've sowed,
as the world is covered in an icy beautiful blanket,
with pine trees covered in lights,
and the closeness of this time of year is apparent...
 as it begins to close.


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